We each have our own paths to follow, in our places. Like Ao said, "There's no going back." Sorrow surged then, silently, like water inside him. A formless, transparent sorrow. A sorrow he could touch, yet something that was also far away, out of reach. Pain struck him, as if gouging out his chest, and he could barely breathe.

-Haruki Murakami

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